the silent night It may be just the stars so bright That shined above you Our first Christmas More than we'd be dreaming of Ah, Saint Nicholas had his
never meant to be Stuck here living someone else's dream Well beyond your window there is so much more Even every prison has a open door Veronika, Saint
Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide
Sitting here just watching you sleep Wish I could slip inside and be In some Technicolor dream But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe I'
the dream We're barely holding on when I'm in way too deep We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets She's a workin' single mom, like a saint
's getting off tonight Of a big red bus that's packed so tight It disappears in a trail of light Somewhere someone's dreaming baby it's all right...
couple of bucks from you To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I'm tired of all
'll be sunny skies And all this darkness past Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams This train Carries saints
I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre With diamonds
down into the Saint street keeping our feet of the ground Till we find ourselves at breakfast in our super town So long well hey hey hey Though I'd see you all
my character to keep up or contend And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend I am not like you at all
just like a good boy should I'm gonna change my ways Angel for life Of all the saints alive Don't I feel like a saint alive She's not mine for eternity
almighty) Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin) Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael) Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints
payments on em (No test drive!) I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!) It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for
carvin' style id well re-hoist He stan' 'n shout: All main be coist! All main be coist! All main be coist! All main be coist! An' dis-ergree? Well,